Half Moon Party, Hippies Bar, Phi Phi Island, Thailand
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Mosh
Eminem's new video is delivers a compelling and coherent message urging young people to vote Bush out of office.
From the GNN site:
Two years ago, this video would not have been approved by a single record label. A year ago it would never had the possibility of being played on television. But with the changing tide of public sentiment marked by the success of our last video for Chronic Future, an anti-war message that made it into rotation on TRL we think it might just have a chance.
Now, it’s up to the broadcasters. Will they ban the top selling musical artist for being anti-establishment while they allow other propaganda to air? Or will they finally allow an artist who has the courage to speak out to take center stage and utilize the airwaves for something other than typical celebrity fodder?
From the GNN site:
Two years ago, this video would not have been approved by a single record label. A year ago it would never had the possibility of being played on television. But with the changing tide of public sentiment marked by the success of our last video for Chronic Future, an anti-war message that made it into rotation on TRL we think it might just have a chance.
Now, it’s up to the broadcasters. Will they ban the top selling musical artist for being anti-establishment while they allow other propaganda to air? Or will they finally allow an artist who has the courage to speak out to take center stage and utilize the airwaves for something other than typical celebrity fodder?
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Monday, October 25, 2004
Oh yes, they did.
Here is a new book called How to Date a White Woman: A Practical Guide for Asian Men.
LMFAO, chsck out the comments on Amazon about this (link above).
LMFAO, chsck out the comments on Amazon about this (link above).
More google searches that led to this site
I find these so amusing...I wonder who it is that's searching for this stuff...and why in the world I have written about it in the first place:
patchouli dreadlocks
"what is a wanksta"
schoolgirl wedgie
vermouth torino rug
patchouli dreadlocks
"what is a wanksta"
schoolgirl wedgie
vermouth torino rug
Friday, October 22, 2004
Drunken Escapades of Karen, Episode 406
I don't know if I'll ever live this one down....
Last Saturday, I went with Tim, Scott, Susi, Sungjee, Nanya and Dave to Mexico. We went to Puerto Nuevo to eat an amazing lobster dinner (pictures below). Then to Rosarito, where a man approached us with $15 all-you-can-drink wristbands for Club Iggy’s. I think you know what happened next, so I’ll skip to the aftermath:
We were driving past the border checkpoint on our way home, me asleep in the back seat, when the officer stopped us to ask each of us our citizenship. Everyone else told him “U.S.A.” but when he got to me, all I seemed to know how to say was “Citizenessessessz…” (they think I was trying to repeat the last word I heard, “Citizenship.” He asked me about 5 times, leaning over the driver’s window, and then went around the car to my window and asked me 5 more times, and each time, I said “Citizenesesessz…” Tim and Scott told me “Okay, the next time he asks you, all you need to say is USA.” I said “Okay, got it!” and when he asked me again I still said “Citizensessessz.”
So he detained us. In the detention area, Scott took the bright orange ticket stating the reason we were detained (on which was printed “NO RESPONSE FROM KAREN”), stuck it on my forehead ( I had passed out again), and took several pictures. Immediately afterward a cop rushed to the vehicle and stated she would have to confiscate the camera because we were taking pictures in a federally secured area. We pleaded and then we had to show her the pictures of me passed out with the ticket on my forehead and erase them in front of her.
I woke up when she accused us of being either terrorists or stupid. I asked my friends what was happening, and when they told me, I found it incredibly funny and couldn't stop laughing and giggling for quite some time. I wonder if they were irritated at my having caused them to be detained and then waking up only to keep laughing and laughing. But you know, they were laughing with (at) me too...
We ended up having to stay until 6am.
I am, at this moment and possibly forever, the laughing stock of an overwhelming majority of my friends, and the consant butt of border patrol jokes and loud shouts of "USA!"
Last Saturday, I went with Tim, Scott, Susi, Sungjee, Nanya and Dave to Mexico. We went to Puerto Nuevo to eat an amazing lobster dinner (pictures below). Then to Rosarito, where a man approached us with $15 all-you-can-drink wristbands for Club Iggy’s. I think you know what happened next, so I’ll skip to the aftermath:
We were driving past the border checkpoint on our way home, me asleep in the back seat, when the officer stopped us to ask each of us our citizenship. Everyone else told him “U.S.A.” but when he got to me, all I seemed to know how to say was “Citizenessessessz…” (they think I was trying to repeat the last word I heard, “Citizenship.” He asked me about 5 times, leaning over the driver’s window, and then went around the car to my window and asked me 5 more times, and each time, I said “Citizenesesessz…” Tim and Scott told me “Okay, the next time he asks you, all you need to say is USA.” I said “Okay, got it!” and when he asked me again I still said “Citizensessessz.”
So he detained us. In the detention area, Scott took the bright orange ticket stating the reason we were detained (on which was printed “NO RESPONSE FROM KAREN”), stuck it on my forehead ( I had passed out again), and took several pictures. Immediately afterward a cop rushed to the vehicle and stated she would have to confiscate the camera because we were taking pictures in a federally secured area. We pleaded and then we had to show her the pictures of me passed out with the ticket on my forehead and erase them in front of her.
I woke up when she accused us of being either terrorists or stupid. I asked my friends what was happening, and when they told me, I found it incredibly funny and couldn't stop laughing and giggling for quite some time. I wonder if they were irritated at my having caused them to be detained and then waking up only to keep laughing and laughing. But you know, they were laughing with (at) me too...
We ended up having to stay until 6am.
I am, at this moment and possibly forever, the laughing stock of an overwhelming majority of my friends, and the consant butt of border patrol jokes and loud shouts of "USA!"
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Rain
It’s raining!! It hasn’t rained in San Diego in 182 days. Hmm whoever saved something for a rainy day sure had a long time to wait.
It’s strange, when I was in Hong Kong this summer I didn’t find it odd that it rained (well that might be because HK in the summer is the land of endless mucky rain), but when the drops started falling here I was shocked. Everyone was like “What? Rain? How could rain happen to us?” What spoiled brats we all are who live in southern California…it’s been nonstop sun for half a year.
Despite the dampness, after so much great weather I kind of miss having an excuse not to go outside and frolic on the beach (because I never go, and thus always feel guilty). I love the crisp smell in the air, and the free car wash. And rainy days are great for staying in and eating lots and lots of congee, and drinking hot cocoa. Mmmmmm….
It’s strange, when I was in Hong Kong this summer I didn’t find it odd that it rained (well that might be because HK in the summer is the land of endless mucky rain), but when the drops started falling here I was shocked. Everyone was like “What? Rain? How could rain happen to us?” What spoiled brats we all are who live in southern California…it’s been nonstop sun for half a year.
Despite the dampness, after so much great weather I kind of miss having an excuse not to go outside and frolic on the beach (because I never go, and thus always feel guilty). I love the crisp smell in the air, and the free car wash. And rainy days are great for staying in and eating lots and lots of congee, and drinking hot cocoa. Mmmmmm….
Monday, October 18, 2004
Sonnet XVII, by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were the salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Google searches that have led people to this site:
"dentist appointment on saturday"
“woodland fairy costume $99”—I’m number 2 on this search!!
NPR Duxiana
stawberry yogurt mask
naughty schoolgirl outfit
jager blaster
"Georgia O'Keefe lived in"
epuddles (inexplicably I’m number 3…doesn’t anyone else write about epuddles?)
“woodland fairy costume $99”—I’m number 2 on this search!!
NPR Duxiana
stawberry yogurt mask
naughty schoolgirl outfit
jager blaster
"Georgia O'Keefe lived in"
epuddles (inexplicably I’m number 3…doesn’t anyone else write about epuddles?)
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Back in the day
I put my slow jams playlist on random, and right now Boyz 2 men “I’ll make love to you” is playing… reminds me of freshman year in high school. Remember Atlantic Starr, and Stevie B, and that one Hotstepper song? Surface, Jon B, Az Yet?
I can still remember the insecurity of the early mornings (how did I ever wake up at 6:30 in the morning??), slathering on way too much makeup, dark brown lipliner, huge baggy pants, the smell of the outdoor hallways and the cool morning mist. I remember thinking then of…not much more than myself, and how other people would think of me.
My first boyfriend, Alex, who got sent off to jail for armed robbery of a dwelling residence (a pretty big deal for a 14-year old), broke my heart for about two weeks, during which I wrote numerous tear-stained letters to my friends, lamenting my horrible fate at having lost the love of my life so early on. I would circle the places where the tears fell on the paper and draw little arrows to point them out. My good friend Carol told me she’d save the letters to show me later the depths from which I had risen. I wonder if they are still tucked somewhere in some dusty box in her garage.
I attended lots of church functions as an excuse to socialize (my parents never minded as long as it was a church function)…I remember going to Yorba Linda’s Oktoberfest, this time of year ten years ago, and meeting for the first time a bunch of YL kids, one of whom would end up being my high school sweetheart of four years (after jailboy broke up with me). But that night, I had a crush on someone else, and when we all went to Denny’s afterwards, I got his number and we ended up talking and flirting and he ended up becoming quite bitter later when I decided I didn’t like him after all, and beat up my boyfriend a year later.
The first few months of high school were the last months of my childhood, as my mother had a stroke in October of 1994, and I came to learn very quickly that things wouldn’t always be so easy.
I miss not having responsibilities, being completely self-absorbed (or am I still?), I miss the fleeting friendships, so naïve…but I see that the days that were to come brought me so much growth.
What a trip those days were.
I can still remember the insecurity of the early mornings (how did I ever wake up at 6:30 in the morning??), slathering on way too much makeup, dark brown lipliner, huge baggy pants, the smell of the outdoor hallways and the cool morning mist. I remember thinking then of…not much more than myself, and how other people would think of me.
My first boyfriend, Alex, who got sent off to jail for armed robbery of a dwelling residence (a pretty big deal for a 14-year old), broke my heart for about two weeks, during which I wrote numerous tear-stained letters to my friends, lamenting my horrible fate at having lost the love of my life so early on. I would circle the places where the tears fell on the paper and draw little arrows to point them out. My good friend Carol told me she’d save the letters to show me later the depths from which I had risen. I wonder if they are still tucked somewhere in some dusty box in her garage.
I attended lots of church functions as an excuse to socialize (my parents never minded as long as it was a church function)…I remember going to Yorba Linda’s Oktoberfest, this time of year ten years ago, and meeting for the first time a bunch of YL kids, one of whom would end up being my high school sweetheart of four years (after jailboy broke up with me). But that night, I had a crush on someone else, and when we all went to Denny’s afterwards, I got his number and we ended up talking and flirting and he ended up becoming quite bitter later when I decided I didn’t like him after all, and beat up my boyfriend a year later.
The first few months of high school were the last months of my childhood, as my mother had a stroke in October of 1994, and I came to learn very quickly that things wouldn’t always be so easy.
I miss not having responsibilities, being completely self-absorbed (or am I still?), I miss the fleeting friendships, so naïve…but I see that the days that were to come brought me so much growth.
What a trip those days were.
Friday, October 08, 2004
WMDs
The following is an excerpt from Salon.com. Entire article here.
Duelfer Report on Iraqi WMD:
"The former regime had no formal written strategy or plan for the revival of WMD after sanctions. Neither was there an identifiable group of WMD policymakers or planners separate from Saddam."
President Bush:
"The Duelfer report showed that Saddam was systematically gaming the system … He was doing so with the intent of restarting his weapons program once the world looked away."
Vice President Cheney:
The report shows "delay, defer, wasn't an option."
John Edwards:
"They are willing to say left is right and up is down. The vice president, Dick Cheney, and the president need to recognize that the earth is actually round and that the sun is rising in the east."
Duelfer Report on Iraqi WMD:
"The former regime had no formal written strategy or plan for the revival of WMD after sanctions. Neither was there an identifiable group of WMD policymakers or planners separate from Saddam."
President Bush:
"The Duelfer report showed that Saddam was systematically gaming the system … He was doing so with the intent of restarting his weapons program once the world looked away."
Vice President Cheney:
The report shows "delay, defer, wasn't an option."
John Edwards:
"They are willing to say left is right and up is down. The vice president, Dick Cheney, and the president need to recognize that the earth is actually round and that the sun is rising in the east."
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